And the philosopher poetical
Intermixing the experiences of life and the world,
The two in one sharing the selves.
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The birds are twittering and whispering,
Cranes flying high and returningTo their nests,Crows in a harsh voiceTelling of the forthcoming disaster,The winds conspiring and howling,Shaking the trees violently,Sea waves swaying and surging,Ready to strike as landfalls,Clouds floating, gathering and massing,Ready to burst timelessly,Rains splatteringWith the big-big never-ending drops,Rivers to swirl and overflowAs unable to control and contain in excessive watersAnd the…
I see the old motorcycle
When will Rajdoot run againOn Indian roads?
Into the forest tract,
On the highland,Into the down territoryI see them,See the Naga villageIndigenous and tribal.A Naga villageAgainst a hillyAnd wooded backgroundIs a solitary villageIn the midst of the wild greenery.
The Jurisprudence Divine
The soul and spiritTo deliver it the judgementTaking in strict confidence.What does the heart say it,What does the mind say,What does the spirit,What does it the soul?Judge you before deliveringTaking knowledge and wisdom in full grip.The system, the custom, the norm,The nomenclature, the protocolUpholding the legal senseRising above human ego, hypocrisy, pride,Greed, bias and prejudiceTo…
Mother Tara,
A metallic frescoOr the statue cast in silverLooking so beautifulHidden with the red hibiscus flowers!With the tongue out of the lipsAnd a big nose-ring,Mother looking gleefulAmong the red hibiscus flowersOffered to during prayers.
An English girl, how will she live in here,
The baffling Indian summerFull of swirling dry leavesAnd ruffling heat waves,Temperatures rising high,The earth parching,With cracks and fissures,The water bodies dried upAnd looking skywards?English language as an English lady,How will she live in here,Bearing heat and dust,Facing the ruffle of Indian summer,A fair and fine girl,A tender and lovely blonde,Golden and glistening,Rosy and white?